Let the stars sing
a silent chorus, impending
the quiet, echoing
in the stillness of space.
Let the stars dance
a violent waltz
beams reflecting, dancing
faster than humanity can muster,
until like a cloud of arrows
they pierce the sky
sparks of white
upon an endless canvas.
Let the stars scream
mouths agape; soundless
Echoing of Nothing
into Nothing
as their souls wink out.
Let the stars die
smoldering husks
heat imploding on itself
ignored by the untrained eye,
the threads unwind
incinerating everything in its wake.
One final act
raging against the throes of death,
Until our own sun dies, screaming.
As sun beams barged in, I saw,
Tiny drops glistening on flowers like globules
But under sun's incinerating rays, they died.
Don't forget, impermanence is life's undeniable truth.
Incinerating us
one coal black night
my lover lit a match.
The things he said
cannot be taken back.
In my heart are cinders' ash!
Sultry softness beckoned
by a thousand touches
caressing
the air that encircles
the body divine
chillingly
embers buried deeply
in the soul of passion
burns
charging the heart’s desire
yearning
smoldering aglow
with captured fire
incinerating
levitating
flames of desire
flickering
in exquisite madness
emerging
surging
with thrusts
of pulsating dreams
searching
for velvet at midnight
In the freezing night
In the cold world of mankind
In Mary’s warm arms
Laid burning love wrapped in flesh
An incinerating light
My heart sinks, my mind freezes
I seek a halted breath
A tear struggles not to be shed
As a coldness shivers within my soul.
Death!! Bastardly and cowardly
Has seized me from a distance
Yet scorched me with its flame
Incinerating my fading beliefs.
I have not succumbed to the numbness
Nor given in to the fury
I will still cherish all life
And mourn the sadness of our time.
John G. Lawless
©5/25/2022
October sunbeams, inking Autumn trees,
edge their leaves with ribbons of molten gold.
And raining confetti with every breeze;
rivulets of scarlet and cerise flow:
letting streams of color flood the landscape.
And as gilded leaves weave a golden fleece,
yellow gets added to Fall's ticker tape:
as Autumn's pageant begins to take shape.
Crimson embers flare into orange flames;
incinerating all traces of green.
And living up to the hype Autumn claims:
chartreuse and puce pigments dapple the scene,
and the air smells earthy, yet crisp and clean.
As Nature senses Winter's arrival,
Songbirds head south, while squirrels hide their stash.
As Nature senses Winter's arrival;
Songbirds fly south, while squirrels hide their stash.
And bears hibernate for their survival:
amongst sugar maples and mountain ash;
where vermillion and amber motifs clash.
An eternal fire
Incinerating everything
She sprouts from ashes.
A phoenix reincarnates, self incinerating.
Ashes to revivification; phoenix achieves.
Spontaneous combustion that, humans can’t master, purifies phoenix’s spirit.
Hope is diminishing as your body is disintegrating
Energy levels are depleting, yet spirit somehow isn't incinerating
More often then not is draining and debilitating
Life as you knew it is deteriorating
Limitations bring frustrations that are infuriorating
Through wider eyes can be rehabilitating
A more open mind can be liberating
A strong heart filled with pure love can be rejuvenating
Hampering medical conditions are non-discriminating
Their lifelong sentence can be incriminating
Sometimes along the journey from faith its easy to stray
During darkest of hours you may ponder why you bother to pray
Feeling defeated motionless you lay
It's in these moments your guardian angels are with you to stay
Carrying signs bringing comforting color to your world that seems gray
Summoning courage to face a new day come with it what it may
Life's meaningful purpose is reborn to your fragile soul that has began to frey
The will to fight to survive is a price you must pay
Modern medicine has come a long way
Miracles happen every single day
Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed
The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh
Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing trust respect compassion care and shooting
Salvos like a paint ball onto pained grave canvas
Surely a polychromatic cry for helping with the
‘What’ the ‘Self’ the self-destructive saturation
But mind you this is a chance now one opportunity
To link from dot to dot your bleeding droplets
Yours to own disown your brush to break or stroke
31st 2018
There’s a flame
burning in my heart;
setting my soul on fire.
An enlightening flame,
incinerating delusions
of gloom and despair.
A flame fueled
by God’s logs of faith—
An eternal flame
is this flame of hope.
As it never burns out,
let it continue to burn me up.
I feel from the sting of your tale
tasting salt of an oceans breeze
burning under the embers
within a setting sun
Now entering one twilight zone
where all wavelengths are held inside light
slowly diminishing visions fade
as the darkness slowly invades
Sounds of the night called under a velvet curtain
where shadows begin their dance with the moonlight
faraway stars you cast your gaze upon us
incinerating blue blazes beholding
lingering emotions I long to free
Escaping memories that weaken me
Time to release this burden upon my heart
Today is the day I embrace my new start
Incinerating feelings for freedom from the past
Never imagining how long it would actually last
Giving my soul another chance
Glimmers of hope in a second glance
Out of the shadows, my heart can dance
When wildfires flare beyond tame,
hot ash burns and sting the eye.
And a scorching tongue of flame
laps smoke from a blackened sky.
Being both judge and jury
fuels fire's desire to feed.
And to avoid its fury
frightened animals stampede.
Plumes of smoke conceal a heart
of incinerating heat.
And cinders fall far apart,
offering little retreat.
Embers smolder in its wake
from branches consumed in haste.
And ash turns the air opaque,
bits of undigested waste.
Hungry, it chews a wide track
till the wind shifts, and it dies.
And adept at fighting back,
nature hastens fire's demise.
(Quatrain)
1/19/2016
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